By remembering the clear years of childhood,
when we understood so strongly
what friendship means,
we can figure out the mistery of love.
By staring at the green prairies under the rain,
the plumb’s sky over the hills,
the burning and cool light of the damp landscape,
we assume the tender love of nature upon us,
as a mother,
as the origin,
as the core of existence.
By singing and listening "Shenandoah",
we feel the human soul that comes from the night of times;
an alive soul that flies over the trees, seas, sands, mountains...
We have inside all that is out there;
life is around us, everywhere,
in the air and in the empty space,
and anything that can be alive, gets alive.
If a stone could be alive, it would be alive.
If the mud can be alive, it will be alive.
Life wants to exist and fights to exist.
Maybe it’s because all is full of beauty
that life struggles to exist and develop.